Secret Story Novels & Stories

We had planned for a sleepover this Friday night so my friends were in my room with me as we stared at the bonded black book in the middle of my bed. "So the bimbo said that inside this creepy book are Quinn's secret?" Tiana spoke, reaching for it eagerly. But I flicked her hand away and hugged the book on my chest. "Are you out of your mind?!" Bailey snorted. "Sounds like you're protecting an undiscovered sacred text from Egypt." "Of course, Quinn's secret is sacred," I quoted as a matter of fact. "I'm telling you. Keep it shut, A," Hilary chimed in, rolling my chair towards the side of the bed. "You'll never know. It might be Khloe's another game that she had set for you."

I told her. She nodded. I waited as she bid Treasure and I goodbye before leaving. I leaned closer to Treasure in response. “Do you want to hear a secret?” I asked him. At my words, his bright blue eyes sparkled. He nodded eagerly. “Don't tell anyone, okay? Especially not grandpa and grandma," I whispered. He nodded again, his pure loyalty was so endearing that I couldn't help but ruffle his hair fondly. I shifted, looking at the door behind which hid Leo.

Seb finally says. "Name it." I swallow. "You play Cold Secrets with me." *** Cold Secrets. The sadistic game that Seb invented when we were kids, in one of our almost daily trips to the 7/11 near our school. The rules are simple. We each drink a Slurpee and try to stop a brain freeze and whoever’s unsuccessful at it tells the other person a secret. The first time I played it, my migraine didn't stop for days and I vowed to never let him talk me into it again. Obviously, since I just agreed at doing it with him again now, I have failed my past self.

* he retorted grumpily. Koin swallowed again "I'll just be..downstairs." he said slightly awkwardly. she turned to stare at him wide eyed "Your...not Do..you sleeping with me?" she asked in a hushed whisper. Koin tilted his head a bit, his chest constricting " want me to?" She turned and practically jumped on the bed to tunnel under the covers at the bottom, twisting once she got to the top to make a little dome she could peak out of. she watched him expectantly, like a cute little animal she had made herself a nest of sorts. Her every move amazed him, such basic little jerks and noises people in society just..didn't make.

"You panic more, retrieving your things and requesting that I leave." "We don't all live in a fairytale, Mr Burak. Meaning, we all have hidden secrets that are screaming to escape and sometimes you just have to pick your battles wisely to keep those secrets hidden." I feel the need to remind him that the world is still filled with ordinary people who have demons lurking in the shadows. "I dont think-" "I agree, this was a mistake." I quickly cut him off and watch as fine lines etch deeply into his flawless complexion. I'm well aware that those were not the words he was about to utter. But, they should have been, which is why I uttered them for him.

I took my phone on the bed and marched out if the house. I know no where in Nigeria. The ladies in the reception were drooling as I walk pass. I board a taxi and entered. "Take to a police station here" I muttered. ..................... Kate's pov I began to read the diary loud. It reads: Dear diary, when will Kate know about this secret we've been keeping from her? How will I tell her that Janet her sister isn't her biological sister. She's Andrew's daughter. Her uncle. He really wanted to use Jane has his burnt offering to the god(idol) he was serving but knew his secret and had to save baby Jane who was still 5 then and Kate is just a year old.

With the team as witnesses, we exchanged rings. Our research also made a major breakthrough. The remaining work was left to the professor to refine. Hazel and I planned to return to Riverford to meet her parents. I did not expect to see Cara again. Back in Riverford, Hazel left early every morning and came home late. When I asked what she had been doing, the corner of her lips lifted slightly. "Secret." At night, she would cling to me and refuse to let go.

She lifted the stand with all her energy, and she kicked out the envelope. She was panting as she took the envelope, retying her towel before sitting in bed. SECRET was written boldly on the envelope, and that even got her more curious. "What's this?" She muttered. Does this mean even Igor hasn't seen this envelope? She opened it quickly, taking out the contents. There's a letter among the content, and she squinted as she read... To Igor:

To look after his pride, I hadn't told him I possessed a manor of several thousand square meters in Narshe, complete with a full staff and bodyguards. I left the manor uninhabited to squeeze into this tiny house with him, living with his parents day in and day out. Originally, I had planned to reveal my identity to him after the wedding. Looking at it now, though, there was no need. With a single phone call, several black business vans pulled up outside the door in less than twenty minutes. My assistant, James, brought my men inside, and they methodically organized my belongings. Clothes, jewelry, documents… each item was packed into boxes.

At the staircase, she embraced me one final time. “I’ll return soon,” she whispered. “Until then, behave as though this conversation never happened.” I watched her leave. Only after returning to my bedroom did I unfold the handkerchief. Something hard had been concealed inside its stitched edge. I found a pair of scissors in the dressing room and carefully cut through the thread. A small brass key fell into my palm, followed by a narrow strip of paper. A place, a day, and a time had been written across it. Thursday. West gate. 4:10.